Hello and welcome to Romance Recipes! Every Thursday and Friday I will introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! This week I am bringing you author, Anne Marie Becker, and her recipe for a Classic Vodka Martini and a Cosmopolitan along with an introduction to her romantic suspense, Avenging Angel. Please join me in welcoming Anne Marie and savor her recipe for a Classic Vodka Martini and Cosmopolitan as you read about her new book!
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Classic Vodka Martini
A traditional martini has a 2-to-1 ratio of gin and vermouth, but because I’m a vodka kind of gal, I’m giving the recipe for a vodka martini:
2 oz. vodka
Pour a little dry vermouth into a chilled martini glass and swirl to coat the inside of the glass, then pour out the remainder. (Or, into an ice-filled shaker, pour about ½ ounce of vermouth, shake, and then pour out the vermouth, keeping the vermouth-coated ice for the next step.) In ice-filled shaker, add 2 ounces of chilled vodka and swirl or shake (it seems to get colder if you shake it) and strain the liquid into the glass. Garnish with olives or a lemon twist (or, as my husband prefers, blue-cheese stuffed olives).
This is one of my favorite twists on a martini, so I thought I’d include it here.
2 oz. Vodka
½ oz. Grand Marinier
3 oz. Cranberry Juice
1 fully-squeezed lime wedge
Combine ingredients in shaker with ice. (If you include the actual lime wedge, it can add more flavor.) Shake. Strain into chilled martini glass. Garnish with twist of orange, if you’d like.
Avenging Angel BOOK BLURB:
Grains of sand glistened in the moonlight, bright against the backdrop of her wet hair. Her blue lips were parted slightly, as if she could take in that last breath she’d been gasping for. She was, in a word, perfection.
When his friend’s niece is murdered, Detective Noah Crandall vows to track down the killer. Since the victim worked in an art gallery with the well-connected and well-heeled Vanessa Knight, Noah questions her first. Despite the chemistry between them, Noah tells himself a relationship would be impossible. He’s a loner and their backgrounds are worlds apart.
Drawn to Noah and horrified by the death of her intern, Vanessa shares her insights into the New York City art world. As they work together on the case, she’s tempted to explore the possibility of a real relationship with the sexy outsider who ignites her desire. But what Vanessa doesn’t realize is that in order to complete his gruesome series of paintings, the killer has targeted her to become his next victim…
Avenging Angel EXCERPT:
He watched her relax, the tight little body he’d been studying sinking against the red velvet back of her chair. Studying as a good detective would. It was part of the investigation, purely innocent.
As assignments went, so far he was enjoying this one. Not only was Miss Knight exceedingly easy on the eyes, she had an open quality to her expressions that hinted at a reservoir of passion under the surface. The nude modeling angle had been a surprise, but as he’d been looking for a cover that would get her to relax around him enough to ignore her boss’s orders, it was a welcome suggestion.
The waitress arrived with their drinks and left.
His gaze immediately went to Vanessa’s bow-shaped mouth when she smiled. Her lips were lush and utterly kissable. “Please don’t worry. The students in my class are local art students or patrons of the arts. They know what to expect, and are professional in their demeanor. For a lot of them, you aren’t the first nude model they’ve worked with. You’re nothing but an object of art to them.”
“Like a bowl of fruit on a table?” He gave an exaggerated wince. “That hurts.”
She laughed, the throaty sound rippling through him. She wrapped her lips around an olive from her martini, tugging it from the plastic toothpick. “Somehow I think your ego can take it.”
Her sleek hair—all gleaming walnut and smelling of some rich spice—shifted as she angled her head. Her expression sobered, but the alcohol was doing its job quickly—especially on her petite body. Her movements took on a much more liquid quality. The rosy shade of her cheeks darkened pleasantly, and he wondered what thought had warmed her that way. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Okay, I’m just going to lay it out there. Some inexperienced guys worry about, um, becoming aroused during the session.”
He nearly choked on his drink. Hell. He hadn’t thought of that. “Does that happen?”
“Not usually. But it can.”
“So how do I avoid that, uh, circumstance?”
He watched, entranced, as she pulled the second and last olive into her mouth, her pink tongue making a quick appearance. Resisting the urge to call the waitress over with more olives, he assessed her for signs that she was trying to seduce him. But she didn’t appear to be aware she had his body tied up in knots. Her silky voice and graceful movements had him thinking of old-time Hollywood actresses who could seduce you with a crook of the finger or a cock of the hips. And her oblivion to her charms made her power all the greater.
Nope. Definitely not trying to seduce him. She’d lost him. “Huh?”
“Or your mother.”
He rewound the conversation. “Ah. That’ll distract me enough to keep from, uh, getting excited.”
She tipped the last of the martini down her throat and his eyes were drawn to the slim lines of her neck. She swallowed and smiled. “Or so I’ve heard.”
Anne Marie has always been fascinated by people—inside and out—which led to degrees in Biology, Chemistry, Psychology, and Counseling. To date, as a tutor, waitress, personal and family counselor, and high school counselor, she has indulged her curiosity through sanctioned professions. Now, as a stay-at-home mom of three young children, her passion for understanding the human race is satisfied by her roles as mother, wife, daughter, sister, and writer.
She writes to reclaim her sanity.
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